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I'm pretty sure it's a good thing that my husband usually doesn't read my blog. If he did, he might find out that I just ate a 9.5 ounce bag of Dove milk chocolate hearts while I procrastinate on the church newsletter.

Thank God my husband doesn't read my blog! He is my main source of laughs! At least, I don't think he does since he's never objected to any of the times he was the star of the pony show.

My husband calls our vegetable drawers, The Rotter. So succinct. We too, have many bottles of salsa. My oldest, aka The Hurricane, for the path of destruction she leaves in her path, is a great lover of salsa. I'm pretty sure she just opens up a new jar every time she wants some. Looking for the opened jars in the fridge would take a modicum of effort. And that's just wrong in her world.

It's been a while since I've cleaned out the fridge. The kids are now complaining that they can't fit anything new in there anymore.Of course it's not like they would actually go through and throw out all the stupid stuff that they leave in there.Like the large bowl with two tablespoons full of leftover chicken salad in it.Or the half full gogurt that was left in the door of the fridge, which is now mostly empty due to the fact that someone sat the milk on top of it.

I like the idea of making him some salad dressing stew for dinner. Or what about a ketchup, mustard and salsa salad?

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6 children, 1 husband (I'm boring that way). Here are the kids by name and age, to make it easy on you:
Theo (23), Anna (21), David (17), Brian (14), Rachel (12), and Susie (9, and still cute as a button).
No pictures, no real names, as my husband is totally paranoid. But he's cute as a button, too.